"Oh, oh my." Mr. Meyer said as he stopped at the entrance to Mrs. Collins office door. He had seen a leg, a leg with tan nylon on it and a smart high heel on the foot and he assumed it was her. He had to stop once he got a full view.

He didn't know this person, but he saw the old, mustached head, the gray and white hair, and below that old head he saw stitches, and below that... he wasn't quite sure what he was seeing.

"Oh, Mr. Meyer." The man said, turning to look at him and then standing up, smoothing out the skirtsuit as he did. "So good of you to show up. My name is Mr. Danvers. Unfortunately, I'll be taking over for Mrs. Collins."

"What, what happened to her?" Mr. Meyer asked, his hand shaking a little as he spoke.

"A terrible situation. She was touring our nearby facility when she got too close to a machine. I tried to stop her, but it was too late for the both of us. My body was mortally wounded and her head, I won't describe that. Lucky for us, we do have that new pre-production model transplantation machine and as you can see it works very well. I just thought I should tell you that Mrs. Collins will not be working with you anymore. Well, most of her is still around, but you know what I mean."

"Oh god. When did this happen?"

"Oh, about three hours ago! Anyway, I must end this for now. I'll see you again soon!"